A football pundit recently offered the view that José Mourinho press
conferences make for “the best theatre around”. He needs to get out more.
Shakespeare is on at the Globe and Terence Rattigan at the Old Vic. The
ramblings of an egomaniac, at a press conference or anywhere else, are not
good theatre. They are banal and increasingly tedious.

Mourinho is apparently on his way back to Chelsea and, speaking for myself, I
am already bored stiff. A man with a tendency to narcissism when he arrived
at Stamford Bridge in 2004 has morphed into a parody of the modern-day